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headaches
Shut tha flip up an just nob ona cob
Dress in all black like I'm bout to go rob
All got our rolls so stay in yo lane
Catching new money an catching

Money that be passin you by hope that yo cake up
Bitches at the party shaken ass i'll be there later
To get faded, maybe wasted wit my homies by my side

the realest we get to the loot and don't fool with bitch niggas
Pull up a seat let me school these lil niggas
Always keep a tooly lil nigga
Never show and don't

Vulcan or somethin

Fly like Peter Pan, go Super Saiyan, never need it for nothin
All these rappers fed up, stackin' bands, tryin' to make a lil' somethin

What's up ese
It's your homeboy
Lil' Rob
Representing my city to the fullest
San Diego, Southern California
That's where I'm from, simon

S-A-N

don't really give a shit about what you're saying bitch
What's your name? (Oh he's Hispanic man)

Ese Lil' Rob ready to take them to the street
Cuz I can

and you learn, grind and you earn
Bitch I'm on fire, I sit and I burn
Stackin' up money flippin' it too
Y'all ain't heard me but the Benjamin's do
I'm

the way that we spend
She'll never have to ask
How much we got left

Lil' thot 
Suck cock
Bet she got
Rot brain

Lil' thot
Suck cock 
Bet she got
Rot brain

whoa!

[Lil' Fame]
Aiyyo I bring sorrow, you won't make it to tomorrow
Flames spit from the nozzle, pop one up in your (?)
(STREET TEAM) East coast up

wanna make it out the hood wit u by my side
She ma gangsta i know that she finna ride
And i know she'll hold it down when i'm doin time
Put a ring up

He sweet for some pussy I’ll send my Lil bitch a dude 

Jay fizzle 
Watch I double right back on me 
Make em hop take a second up and hit the gas on em

Were gonna be rhyming all day by all means necessary
When i'm spittin like a poet i feel like Lorca In the blood representing as a Borges and Gorka
I

money
Fuck it up, Krabs
Stackin' up money
Fuck it up, Krabs
Countin' me money
Fuck it up, Krabs
Stackin' my money
Fuck it up, Krabs
Stackin' my money
Fuck

setup by his bitch
Your time's up
I'm 'bout to air the whole switch
You find us, she'll probably be on my dick
If crime pays, lil' nigga never did shit

much shit i feel like i'm wrapped up like a mummy 
If you tryna rob that burner sendin' shots inside ya fuckin' tummy
An i have you lookin' like a crash

you a sweet
Woah
I do this by my lone no I don't got a home
Bitch I do this for me, woah
Wanna know if I'm banked up
Pussy boy get yo bank up
Worry bout

Rumours [Featuring Lil Rob]

Mr. Shadow

Till I Die

1998

talkin' about rumors
I heard that Lil' Rob and Shadow weren't always the best of friends
So Shadow can you clear that up for us and tell us what's really

public
See shells everywhere
But you ain't on a beach
Dope sales everywhere
Nigga you on the East
You want a bow of OG
I can get it for 23
Or I can get you

mobbin
Make a bitch
Take a trip
Set up tricks and we rob 'em
Aaaaaaaaayye
I fell in love with this money and Violence 
Aaaaaaaaayye
Strap by my side, who

Yea yea 

Body on E She taxin
Yea yea
Straight up
For a lil piece she taxin

No lackin
U wanna see a piece
She taxin
Put the body on em she taxin
She

tounge out
She ain’t amazed by yo’ VV’s she tryna’ rob em
Foreign shorties on the G
Like they came wit’ the fit
These n****s stalling on the P
Lil Timmy

Go check the score, We still up on the field
That's a dead opp pack, slow down smokin' kill
Lil bitch wanna fuck, I can't cheat on my green
On my bag

out the car
And these niggas, they steady be creepin'
Shells hit his face, 30 out the K
You can see that young nigga leakin'
Run up in his place, I run

gotta stay high and I gotta stay fly
Stackin and flippin it just to get by
And I don’t got no time to make no plans nah I just do it
I got Nike all over